THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO FLOWERS!

Had to do a little homily from San Francisco, in the spirit of St Francis!

 The earth is always evangelizing as it says, so we are without excuse, the invisible qualities of God are all around us symbolized and encounter able in nature. We are more interrupted.

 But the birds and trees are in the story directly. Our love gaze relieves their groan. We are writing our way into it. They are not the ultimate, but are swimming in and expressing, symbolizing it! We tend to dip our toes into it, and retreat. Reality is too much for us.

Even that amount of Love and Beauty intimidates us. Embarrasses us. Causes us to retract, enacting the old shame. Are we afraid to encounter it, or of being laid bare by it? If we see a single glade well, will we be forced to unfurl ourselves? If we see God in a leaf, do we look the other way? Heaven and earth kissing in front of us. A kingdom already in our midst. A girl’s wrist in afternoon light, or a single flower tells the whole gospel.

Our cat snow seems to get it. The inner life of leaves alone compels me towards…not to mention the overt overture of flowers in their multifarious praises daily!